I was rather hesitant about posting this; it's kind of -coughcough- different from my normal one shots. First, it isn't in past tense, and its way higher level yaoi than I usually write, so it's got me all messed up.
Oh, by the way, the tense changes(a lot), and the grammar is messed up and choppy. It's supposed to be that way(yay, syntax!)
Rating eeez for language, slight rape, yaoi, blah blah blah. You don't care.
Disclaimer: If I owned KHII, Axel wouldn't be dead. Fu.
There are times when Axel gets angry.
Nobodies are not supposed to feel, but he knows he feels this because it is the strongest thing he had ever felt, ever ever ever. It is stronger than his sadness at what he has become, or his overwhelming love for Roxas; it is stronger even than the old empty feeling he remembered from life. This anger seems to storm up from his soul, and he can do nothing to stop it, not that he tries; he almost enjoys feeling this angry(Why is he angry, there's no reason, he just is).
When he is angry, he seeks out Sora. Sora can always tell when Axel is furious, because when Axel is that way, he doesn't hold back. Like a boy denied a toy abuses a dog, Axel tosses Sora around like a rag doll, taking him to the edge of death, laughing all the while, and then healing him so he can do it all over again.
Then, when Sora is lying bloody and bruised and defeated on the ground, burns up and down his forearms like cigarette marks, eyes closed, Axel will stop. He will let his chakram ((that's what they're called, right?)) fade away, his fire die into embers (when did he summon fire, he doesn't remember, that's how angry he is). Then, he will pick up the keyblade, smirking, and throw it across the clearing, alleyway, room he is in.
He will kneel and kiss Sora roughly, delighting in the way Sora cries out and struggles, even when it seems he has no strength left. He lets his fingers run up and down Sora's body, under his shirt to feel sinewy muscle and bone, over his face to dance around the boy's splendid black eye.
He has fun doing these things in front of Sora's companions, laughing as they cry out in horror. They are unable to come to their friend's rescue from outside the barrier Axel has put up, and simply stare as Axel runs his tongue down Sora's neck, nipping and biting and leaving bruises.
He does not do this because Sora looks anything like Roxas. Axel just loves to torture him, callused fingers ghosting over hips and the inside of his thighs, breath is hot and warm and causing goose bumps all over.
It isn't until he does this that Sora screams, desperate for someone to help him, like he can't do himself. Louder Sora, Organization XIII didn't hear you, try again.
Sometimes, its people he doesn't know that stop there before running away, horrified, they don't even try to help, no one does a favor for nothing. Sometimes it's Sora's friends- Leon, Cloud, Aerith, Yuffie, people from that particular world. They can do no more than Donald and Goofy could (Hi guys, name's Axel; got it memorized? Stay for the show).
Axel will lean down to capture Sora's mouth again, and Sora is pushing against him, but only weakly, he's not even trying. Then Axel will look into Sora's eyes, and to his surprise, see understanding. As if Sora does not hate Axel for the things he does, but knows he had a reason for them (and it annoys him; doesn't this kid know what defending himself means? He doesn't have a fucking reason for this).
Axel reaches down to touch his face, tracing his lips and the bridge of his nose, but gently this time, softly. He then realizes that Sora does not scream and struggle to try to help himself, but because that's what Axel wants him to do.
And in the next moment, all Axel's anger will turn to sadness. But by then, he is already gone, leaving Sora on the ground, bruised, bloody, with a ghost of a smile.
Review, ya'll. I really need to know what you think about this fic, it was totally experimental.